Title: The Outsiders
Author: [Law] Albert Camus
Translator: Liu Mingjiu
Publisher: Zhejiang Literature and Art Publishing House
Life is still the old way, without any change.
People never change lives, what kind of life are similar, and my life here does not make me tired.
But now it seems that the real disease is aging, and aging is incurable.
When hungry, that is the time to eat.
There is no doubt, I love my mother, but that does not mean anything. Physical and mental health of all people, are more or less imagine looking over their loved ones deaths.
I often think, if I live in the trunk of a dead tree in, they can do nothing, only looked up the sky clouds, day after day, I will gradually accustomed to, I'll be waiting for the birds child bursts of dancing, everything is uncertain clouds.
Even if a person lives only a day, he could be in prison for a hundred years and thus will not be difficult to survive, he has enough of something to remember, will never feel bored bored. In a sense, this is a pleasant one.
Living life, never the act of fraud.
Day, of course, it is too long, but dragged on, day after day, year after year, and finally became a confusion. Each day have lost their names. For me, the only "yesterday" and this word tomorrow, it has a certain significance.
It can say that people seem to be implicated in the case in the process I brushed aside the case. Everything is done without my involvement. My fate is determined by them, but do not ask for my advice.
But I can not understand why the advantages of a body of ordinary people, to the criminals who became his heinous guilt.
I really want affectionately, even with friendship explained to him, I've never had remorse about something real. I'm always going to come to something, as irons in the fire today or tomorrow, worry about trouble.
A man for what he did not understand, there will always be some of the exaggerated ideas distortion.
Mom used to say, even if a person never bad luck from time to time everything.
Future things, how to do how to do it in the future.
I experience this world is so like me, so friendly rapport, feel that they used to be happy, and still be happy. To start to finish, perfect virtue, in order not to feel a rare breed, I expect the execution of my day, a lot of people come to watch, they have issued cries of hatred to me.